No Audioone night, at 2 am, she wakes up from a nightmare. She takes her teddy and hobbles over to your room. She plops her teddy into your bed and clambers up it. She shakes you, squeaking cutely in alarm, trying to wake you up. You sit up, and look down at her as she desperately waddles over to her teddy bear, grabs it, waddles back, to looks up, her eyes wet with tears.
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